Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, come on. These crabs, this time, were not my fault.
He... Who knows? Maybe he had a brain aneurysm.
Aah! Five-0. Five-0.
Dungeon. Us. Crab. Huh?
- ...but there's a lot of weird sexual tension. - Ha!
God only knows what kind of torture Sterling's going through.
Bring them.
Missed it by that much. Shut up.
Well, try.
Uh, yeah, his name's Houdini. Whom I wish you were.
Ray, I'm kidding. Don't be like that.
...and used to slit an anthropologist's bird-like throat.
Heh. Yeah, about that... Noah, not now. And two...
Did you try "guest"?
Son of a bitch!
Yee... Oh, no!
Why not? She's been coming to your rescue since you were in short pants.
Shit. Lana!
Winner winner chicken dinner
How would you not? Who am I, Karl Landsteiner?
You know what? Yes. Here's what we do.
Oh, and Riley said he no longer finds you attractive because you're too old.
Right? Language center of the brain...
"ArcherSucks." No.
Re-evaluate your entire life. And yes, I'm sure.
Then kill each other. And then shut up.